For my heart is filled with burning pain, and there is no health in my body.
When I kept silent, my bones became brittle through my groaning all day long.
For my sighing comes instead of my bread, and my groans pour out like water.
I walk about blackened, but not by the sun; I stand in the assembly and cry for help.
All of us growl like bears or moan like doves. We hope for justice, but there is none; for salvation, but it is far from us.
“My heart seethes and never stops; days of suffering confront me.